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The first night passed swiftly, though not without interruption. Twice, the Kgosi was found sneaking around the edge of the camp, trying to break free and likely try to make his way back to the capitol. Both times, he was caught by his own soldiers, escorted back to the tent that was his cell for the night. Both times, he growled and glared at his men, leaving two of them with a black eye for the trouble that they put him through.

Lorenus knew that he could have done something about that, forced the Kgosi to stay in his tent with a bit more hypnosis. At the very least, the naga could have made sure that the elephant was less violent with his men. He could have, and he chose not to.

Every time that he woke up at night to the sound of the struggles, he let that be another mark against the Kgosi. Every time he had an injury report, he made a mental note. It was all part of learning about the man that he was trying to break, and that? That was invaluable, and would make the subsequent hypnosis that much stronger.

He slept through til the morning after the second attempt, and he woke with the warmth of his jackal under him. The benefit of coiling was always the warmth that came after you'd slept, the fact that you could keep your perch nice and hot so that you had a heater against your inner coils rather than just a warmth against the outer ones. Lorenus sighed happily as he woke up, stretching his arms over his head and slithering his tongue from his mouth.

By the time that he had come back down again, his jackal had awoken as well. All parts of him, as a matter of fact. The naga chuckled, sliding his tail down and wiggling it against the canine's balls.

"You are certainly mosssst awake thissss morning."

"I'm sorry, Master. I'm not trying to be a bother."

"Perfectly fine, my perch." He chuckled, hissing in the jackal's ears. "It issss good for my perch to be quite...ssssstiff."

He continued to coil his tail around that throbbing shaft, feeling it bouncing slightly against his tail. It was a joy to play with the jackal, to remind him just how useful he was, and how good it was to be nice and sensual.

All the hypnosis that he had done with his perch had done wonders to relieve him of the vague shame that he had felt from being naked all the time. These days, he seemed to almost glory in it, happy to show off his body as long as Lorenus was around, giving a comparison between a properly trained slave and those that were less trained, more broken. There was a great difference between the two, indeed, and his jackal was good at making sure that everyone else saw the difference, as well.

He smiled to himself, slowly pulling his tail into a tight coil around his perch's shaft, all while bringing his own coils further around, aligning himself until he could bring his cocks right between those muscled rump cheeks. A good smack reminded the jackal to lean forward, to show off for his master, and that was all the opening that Lorenus needed.

Pushing forward in a way that only a snake could, he managed to glide his double-dicks into that hole with ease, slowly pushing it open, encouraging it to part for him little by little, bit by bit. It was so well-trained, however, that it was easy. His dual dicks slide past the rim, and it only tightened on them when he was fully hilted.

"Good boy..."

He stroked the jackal's cheek, slowly using his great muscles to pull himself forward, then back, forward, and back. It was not the hip-thrusts of a two-legged creature, but rather a slow, gliding movement that allowed both his cocks to get the maximum amount of pleasure, and allowed him to target different sensitive bits inside of the other male. He had done it a hundred times, and he knew exactly where to go for his perch. A little bit of an angle from above, allowing him to thrust down and in -

"AH!"

And the jackal was gasping almost immediately, arching his back, thrusting his hips back for his master.

Lorenus smiled. He loved the sight of those muscled cheeks parting for him, the sight of the big black dog getting more and more turned on from his cocks. He was able to cross his arms, to hold himself aloof, and still, he was served, thrusting his body forward in such a way that it reminded the jackal just how good it felt to be under him. In, out, in, out, each thrust slow and gentle, yet firm enough to break the mind over and over and over again.

It didn't take long for that throbbing morning wood to be bouncing between his coils, and he chuckled as he felt the dribbles of pre sliding between the lengths of his tail. He hissed under his breath, stroking the jackal's thigh.

"Do you wissssh to cum, my perch?"

"Only - ah - only if I have earned it, master."

"That'ssss quite the ressssponse, sssslave."

"It's the...the only right...one..."

And indeed, it was. The only response that had a chance of keeping him in a good enough mood to make the smaller male cum. The only response that would give the jackal the chance to get off sooner than later. The only response that showed that the black-furred slut was ready to give in completely.

So, the naga sped up, taking the jackal that much harder, feeling the way that the inner walls of his slave parted, spread, stretched to be able to take the fat pair. He groaned, the prince savoring the feeling of molding not only the mind, but the body of his slave. Soon, he would be the only male that the muscular male might enjoy, the only partner that he would seek out.

In and out, in and out he went, slamming in deep, then pulling back slowly. Each thrust glided over the other male's prostate, teasing him, making his cock throb all the more impatiently. A bad slave might have thrust, might have lost control, started trying to fuck the coils of the naga.

Not this one. Not his jackal. He remained stiff and still, a good perch that was accepting the reward of his master's pleasure. There was no giving in this time. The urges that his slave had were secondary to the pleasure of the master.

"Good boy..."

He pushed in again, holding himself hilted, and he slowly rolled himself forward, back, not quite thrusting, but rather grinding. Each press forward made his cocks tilt a bit, rubbing right against the jackal's prostate. The throbbing, knotted cock against his coils was dripping like mad, almost breaking right then and there. He held himself pressed there, held himself close, knowing that it was driving his perch right to the edge of his endurance...

"Cum."

And then he said the magic word, and the jackal did as he was told.

Lorenus pulled his coils out of the way, of course; it would not do to meet the world messy. However, he did not stop grinding, did not stop using his coils to tease the jackal right over the edge, and then keeping him there. Spurt, spurt, spurt went that throbbing, knotted cock, squirting one load after another onto the earth before them. One shot, two, three, and then more kept coming, milked out by the prince's expert touch.

He smiled to himself, working that shaft right to the edge until his perch panted, almost falling over. Only Lorenus would have known how close he was, of course; his training left it as nothing more than a wobble, but even a wobble was something that could throw someone being carried to the ground. It was something that showed just how far his jackal had come, he supposed, and he deserved more of a reward for that.

However, before he could give it, the tent flap opened, and one of the elephant soldiers stepped inside.

"Lord Lorenus, there's a problem."

"Did the Kgossssi try to essscape again?"

"Well, it was more of a success this time."

"..."

"We are in pursuit, but -"

"I will come."

"Thank you, lord."

The elephant bowed and departed, and Lorenus hissed in annoyance. He had thought that the Kgosi would be done with his escape attempts after being recaptured twice. The long wait, however, should have been an indication of something else. An attempt after the guard was down, after everyone believed that he was done.

Well, further information...he does not give up easily...

Lorenus uncoiled himself from his jackal, shaking his head. It seemed that his own orgasm was going to have to wait for a little while. He slithered out of the tent, making his way to the edge of the camp.

The Kgosi was going to pay for this.

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Thankfully, it didn't take long to catch up with the bound Kgosi of the Sizwe Empire. The elephant ruler had managed to get nearly half a mile from the camp, but considering the fact that he hadn't had the chance to slow down and find a rock to break his ropes, he had been doomed to be discovered again. The fact that he had made it that far, however, merely a quarter of the mile from the main road, was impressive enough to warrant a bit of extra care on the way back.

In this case, 'extra care' meant that he was stripped naked, his balls were tied to his hands, and his hands were tied behind his back. Any pulling on them meant that he'd start yanking on his balls, and considering the sheer size of them, that meant pain.

More than once, the Kgosi tried it anyway, but every time, it ended with a whimper and a groan. Lorenus shook his head whenever he heard it.

"You're only going to kill your ability to have children, you know," he said.

"Foul serpent...Nnngh...I swear, I'm not going to let you take me like you took my son."

"You keep ssssaying that. I don't particularly believe it."

"My mind is stronger than anyone else you've taken."

"That isss true. That doessssn't mean it isss invulnerable."

The Kgosi fell silent after that, though Lorenus knew that didn't mean that the elephant agreed. It just meant that the elder royal was done arguing for the moment, more than likely considering what his next escape attempt would have to be. When they got back to the camp, Lorenus knew that he'd need to post more guards, and then, he would have to start working on more hypnosis with the Kgosi.

He is definitely more trouble than I expected...then again, it means that I can push him harder than other subjects.

It had always been a difficult task to find suitable test subjects for practicing new techniques. The White-Out technique that he had developed had ended up draining more slaves than he wanted to admit, and he didn't like the idea of pushing it further with anyone valuable. If he had just wanted a drooling mess of a slave, someone that he could reprogram from the bottom up, then he could have used that on the Kgosi. For having a figurehead of a partner, the way that he had Dumisani...

No, that wouldn't work. Nor would the addictive cukani work on him, either. Not yet, at least. Once power had been ceded to him, then he could start working on those countermeasures to ensure that it wasn't taken back, but nothing until then.

For now, though...

Lorenus looked over his shoulder. The Kgosi was bunching his muscles up again, probably seeing if he could burst through the ropes without having to pull on them. That was not going to happen; he had been careful about that, ensuring that the ropes were never tied tight enough to be burst through by pressure from inside. Instead, they were just loose enough to make it a bit uncomfortable through that sort of tension.

He shook his head, swishing his tail back and dragging it between the elephant's legs.

That almost caused the Kgosi to trip, though not from having his legs pulled or anything like that. No, it was merely from the fact that he hadn't anticipated further pleasure. He roared.

"GET YOUR DAMN TAIL AWAY FROM ME!"

"I may touch whatever I like, particularly if it already belongssss to me."

"You - I do not belong to you! I am not a slave!"

"You will be."

He smiled, looking over his shoulder once more. The Kgosi looked away just in time to avoid a trancing, but the snake chuckled anyway.

"You will be."

It was promise and prediction, certainty and curse. No matter what happened, he was going to find a way to put the Kgosi under his power, and they were going to return to the capitol where the former Emperor would install him as the new power on the throne. The Kgosi would become nothing but a regent, someone to run the kingdom when Lorenus took the army and everything else towards the desert.

He might not be able to win a war with his father just yet, but he could definitely set the stage for when he made his trip home again.

Soon, father...

He looked towards the north, staring towards the edge of the horizon. He could almost smell the dry air of the Snake Lands, could almost feel the hot sun and the glistening oil on his scales applied by a thousand slaves.

Soon.

The End